A funny day. No news on the house yet, am waiting for the new landlord to give the estate agent a contract. I over slept today for some reason. Maybe the grey clouds, strong wind, and cold kept me under the quilt!
I am blogging late (it will say about 1am).I have been trying to propogate plants. Pictured is the spider plant with the stolon pinned to the little pot.Im hoping the 3 baby plants will root in the pot.They are just sat on top of the soil with a paper clip holding the runner down.
I took some leaves from the Christmas cactus as UK Bob suggested and put them in the small pot. Six cuttings to try to make one healthy plant. If that works I will do that every so often to make plants for next years plant sale in Walton.
The media officer from Send A Cow sent me an email saying she liked the blog post about keyhole gardens. I want to order the Bag garden kit for when I move. I will see what I can grow over the winter in it. I think you can get Winter onion sets, and grow Kale...
I moved the new Chilli seedlings from the round pot with the fuschia cutting into their own little pots. I have five chilli plants growing now. Jalapeno, Friars Hat, and some unknown varieties from work. The store bought chillis are called Serenade. I have five seedlings from the seeds I scooped out.
I need to look up chilli recipies to use all my chillis if these plants grow! I hope to have positive news soon about house (with the small garden that needs my TLC and green fingers).
Now, I expect annuals to die, immolated in a final blaze of glory. But what about the collateral damage? Oh, the vegemanity! My young vegetable starts, I hardly knew you. So young, so tender, so appealing to bunnies. I didn't have enough wire baskets to go around, so you can see the surviver inside the perimeter and the stumps of its companions outside the wire. They had so much to live for. Purchased Sunday, planted Tuesday, nibbled to the nubs by Friday.
But the universe makes the rules in the Garden. Here only change is permanent. Seeing the garden with compassion but without self-deception is like trying to see death but without fear. Here’s George the Scarecrow, decked out in his tux for the Fall Festival. I got a big Styrofoam pumpkin and put Medusa Gourd’s rasta hair in the top. This was before the Festival, originally scheduled for 10/27, but postponed to 11/10 by the fires.
Here’s headless George after the fire. The Garden was spared, but the fire was within blocks, and the winds were pretty fierce around the perimeter. We’re making the most of the change. Sometimes, we put too much emphasis on heads and not enough on hearts. George is perfectly happy headless, as he is at home all year, next to Medusa Gourd.
Medusa Gourd is visiting the Garden for the festival, sporting her rasta hair, somewhat thinned by all the commotion, but looking incredibly happy to be near George. They apparently preside helplessly together over the rabbits as they harvest by night. first published November 1st, 2007
I find that fall is a great time to review the recent growing season from both a professional point of view and from a personal one. On the personal front, I had a textbook-perfect lawn this past summer. Well, textbook in the sense that it could have been the poster grass for the cover of Turf Grass Disease. What follows here is the sad tale of what happens when you don’t bring your work home with you.
Most of my lawn was in pretty darn good shape early on in the season, but around mid-July I started to see that an elliptical patch of grass on one slope was dying. When I grabbed a clump, it pulled out of the ground with such little effort that I immediately knew what the problem was, and that I was entirely to blame. Well, to be more accurate, an organism that belongs to the genus Pythium was the culprit, but I had done little to discourage it from attacking my lawn. In fact, I had pretty much laid down the red carpet for its welcome.

The Pythium spp. organism causes a disease called pythium blight also known as ‘root nibbler.’ Basically the organism nibbles away at the fine root hairs of plants preventing the plants from taking up moisture and nutrients. It’s kind of like being invited to a buffet where you’re surrounded by food but have your mouth duct-taped shut. Perhaps the home gardener will best recognize pythium as the organism responsible for rapidly decimating flats of seedlings, a condition commonly known as damping off.
An open invitation
The list of my turf management mistakes was pretty extensive. First, I had let the grass on the slope dry down too much, creating a situation where the roots were thin and vulnerable. Next, I applied a fertilizer too rich in nitrogen. Finally, and this was a big mistake, I soaked the lawn so that it stayed saturated for a couple of days. No one could have provided a better environment for pythium to proliferate. Pythium blight can appear on a stressed lawn, as in my slope’s case, or it can appear on lawns that have the going just a little too good: those with overly lush growth, too much surface moisture for extended periods and too much fertilizer.
Now, the root nibbler is not just a turf grass pest, it can also be very destructive in greenhouse crops, so there has been a lot of research into understanding it. As a professional, I am very familiar with pythium’s power—and I do know how to control it. So why did it dine on my turf, you ask? Well I guess I wasn’t as vigilant as I should have been. The dead spot on my lawn proved that while knowledge is a great thing, it’s not much good if one keeps it hermetically sealed in one’s brain. What’s that saying about doctors not taking their own advice?
Out damned spot!
The good thing is that pythium won’t destroy my entire lawn because the environment that was ideal for its growth only existed in one spot. Once I cut out the affected patch and either resod or reseed next spring (and also perhaps smarten up just a touch), the root nibbler will stay quiescent—as long as I learn from my own turf history.
On the other hand, I could justify the infected patch’s continued existence. Whereas most gardeners hate aphids, mites, slugs and the like (and now have probably added root nibblers to their list), I can’t deny that any organism that has spawned extensive research is, at the very least, interesting. I guess I am bringing my work home with me after all! Yet, to be completely honest, the appeal of having my yard on the cover of Better Homes and Gardens does edge out the cover of Turf Grass Diseases most of the time.
Long before I was old enough to taste that adult morning beverage, coffee, I became a nitrogen delivery system. In other words, I was elected to sprinkle the sediment from the percolator basket around the hosta plants. Recycling before it was fashionable. Unfazed by the caffeine, their huge foliage, continued to expand to gargantuan proportions. The greens were greener, the blues bluer and the variegations more pronounced. We had extreme hosta, years before "extreme" became a buzzword.